When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.” “The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to t…” “El aspecto exterior de las cosas me impresiona profundamente. Incluso ahora no …” “But Sasha was from Russia, where the sunsets are longer, the dawns less sudden …”